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From the Story section of the Morandilas's TICKLERS JOURNAL
BRENDA'S BOUND TO TALK
By Vincenti
Brenda Wilson walked toward Maple Street and looked over her shoulder again. A tall man in a trench coat was half a block behind her, and she was beginning to think he was following her. She had first noticed him a few blocks back, and at first was not
concerned that he seemed to be walking the same way as her. But after turning two corners, he was still there, and Brenda began to worry.
She picked up her pace a little, thankful she was wearing her runners after working out at the gym. The short-haired brunette was attractive in the eyes of most men, and often found them appreciating her athletic appearance. While she was in very
good shape, she didn't like the idea of trying to outrun some crazy stalker, nor did she fancy the idea of a physical confrontation. As the sun was quickly disappearing on the
horizon, she hoped she'd be able to make it to her neighborhood before she needed to take any action.
Brenda stopped, and pretended to tie her shoe. Looking back, she saw the man slow his pace, but he continued toward her. Brenda began to panic. This man was definitely following her. She quickened her pace once more, and started looking around for a house with a light on, or somewhere she could flee to for help. As she considered the possibilities, a minivan driving toward her signaled and pulled over in front of her. A young woman in her twenties rolled down the passenger window and hailed Brenda.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but my boyfriend and I are lost, and we're wondering if you might be able to tell us how to get to Mackinnon Drive" said the pretty redhead. Her companion, a slightly older man with curly brown hair laughed and added, "We are absolutely no good with directions; we don't even have a map." Brenda breathed in a sigh of relief, seeing these two as a way out of her predicament. The street they were
looking for was one over from hers. The man was still following her, although he had stopped to apparently make a call on his cellular phone.
Brenda went up to the passenger door and spoke quickly to the woman. "I know where Mackinnon Drive is, I live near there. If you give me a ride, I'll show you. That man down the street, I think he's been following me, so if you could just help me
out..." she said glancing nervously down toward her follower. The pair agreed at once, and Brenda climbed into the first rear seat of the van before the three drove off. Larry and Janice both seemed concerned for Brenda, and offered to stop and call the police, but Brenda reassured them a ride home was just fine.
As they turned down the street Brenda instructed them to take, she began to relax. Suddenly an arm from behind her shot out and a gloved hand clamped tightly over her mouth. Brenda tried to scream, fighting to pry the hand away, but struggled in vain. Something jabbed her right shoulder, and Brenda shrieked her surprise into the leather clad hand. She looked to Larry and Janice for help, but to her dismay she saw them laughing at her. Brenda fought for a few moments, then suddenly started to feel
very weak and tired. As her eyes slowly closed and consciousness left her, she saw Janice grinning at her, before saying "Nighty night Brenda."
It was dark when Brenda awoke. She immediately sensed she was sitting, but was puzzled by the position of her limbs. As the fog cleared from her head, she realized her arms were up over her head, with thick leather cuffs on her wrists. Ropes attached
to the cuffs went up over a wooden beam and then were tied off to a ring in the wall. Chilling as that was, she also realized that she was naked except for her black bikini underwear and her running shoes. Wherever she was, it was cool, as her nipples
were already hardening in response to the air temperature.
Anxiety was again filling Brenda as she became aware that her legs stretched out in front of her were bound at the knees by a leather strap, and her ankles were locked in a wooden device she knew must be stocks. Brenda was held in some kind of dungeon. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, she saw she was not alone. Another woman was being held with her, and she appeared to be bound as well.
Brenda looked at the blonde woman who looked to be in her early thirties, and in excellent shape. She had the same kind of leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, with ropes attached to each. She sat on the floor, nude except for panties, with her arms drawn up over her head. Brenda saw that her ankles were cuffed together, and the loose ropes that were attached to them hung over another wooden beam. The woman suddenly realized that Brenda was awake, and immediately began squirming.
"MMmmph ... hmmp mmephnd ... mbease!" she cried, looking to Brenda with a pleading look in her eyes. Brenda couldn't tell what the woman was trying to say, given that she was gagged, but she could tell that she was frantic. Brenda tried calming the
woman, but she just kept screaming into the gag, furious that Brenda didn't understand her.
"Don't worry, everything will be okay. We'll get out of here, and then ..." Brenda said, stopping just as the large steel door opened and people began walking in. Immediately the gagged woman began to whimper, pulling desperately at her bonds.
Brenda saw them as well. It was Janice and Larry, the two that had abducted her. But with them was a tall, good-looking man, the man in the trench coat who had followed her. He had black hair, dark eyes and a tiny smile on his lips. Larry went to the bound woman, and tried to soothe her. "Now now, Pam, don't worry, everything is going to be fine." he said as he gently stroked Pam's cheek. Pam begged some more, but Brenda was concentrating on the man who now was walking up to her. "What the hell is going on?" Brenda shouted angrily, pulling at the ropes that held her arms up. "Let us go right now!" she demanded, putting on a brave face despite the fear she felt.
The man smiled, and talked to her in a quiet, even voice. "We need something from you. Once we have it, you will be released. Cooperation is all we ask." he said, then turned away.
Brenda would have shot something back, but her three captors were now doing something with Pam. The blonde captive was struggling as they began pulling on the ropes tied to her, pulling her up off the floor until she was a few feet off the ground. Pam hung suspended in a shallow U position, her arms and legs up while her butt hung lower toward the ground. Larry sat in a chair directly beside Pam, facing her right side, while Janice took a similar position facing her other side. The man removed Pam's gag.
Before Pam could say a word to her captors, the room filled with her laughter as Larry and Janice started tickling her around her waist. They poked, pinched and prodded Pam' sides, while she twisted vainly trying to escape the teasing. Brenda started feeling very uncomfortable about what was going on now. Her kidnappers were tickling Pam's ribs and stomach, causing the blonde to laugh and struggle more energetically. Brenda inwardly cringed at the thought of being tickled while tied in a helpless position like Pam. She was very ticklish on her feet and ribs. And here she was, bound in stocks, possibly to suffer the same fate.
The trenchcoat man withdrew to watch his colleagues work on Pam. The blonde woman shrieked with laughter each time Larry or Janice attacked her underarms with their nails. She writhed and begged them to stop as the criminal pair tickled her ribs,
breasts and belly with genuine enthusiasm. They really did seem to enjoy their work. After Pam had endured ten minutes or so of constant tickling, the man signaled them to stop and walked over to Brenda again.
"Have you ever been tickled like that?" he asked. Brenda looked at Pam, whose chest heaved and skin was beginning to shine with sweat. She didn't answer. "Probably not." he answered for her. "But I can assure you it really is an effective method of persuasion. Tickling sensations walk a fine line between pleasure and pain, and the tension between them can cause a person a considerable amount of distress, especially if they are in no position to make it stop." he added as his colleagues joined him.
"It's torture, baby, plain and simple!" chuckled Larry as he trailed a finger slowly down Brenda's arm. Brenda looked back at Larry, who was smiling devilishly. Brenda twitched when the finger drew close to her shaved armpit. "Mmmm, and tickling a bound, sexy woman like you is so much fun!" giggled Janice. Brenda was starting to feel incredibly vulnerable.
Brenda watched the dark man walk over to Pam. "Tell us what we want to know, and you'll be free." said the leader, now talking to the helpless blonde. The bound captive appealed for mercy, saying she didn't know anything, but they weren't buying her story. The ticklish woman wailed as her captors took up new positions around her. Janice now pulled up a stool and sat facing Pam's bare feet, while Larry sat directly behind Pam's upper body. When Janice tied a leather cord around her big toes, Pam begged Janice to leave her feet alone. "PLEASE NOT MY FEET, not there, PLEASE!" she cried, watching Janice lick her lips. "Oh, your feet look SO YUMMY! I could just eat them!" she chirped as she leaned in to kiss Pam's toes. "But I guess I'll just have to TICKLE them!" she added, scratching her nails on the balls of Pam's feet.
Once again Pam burst into laughter, this time from Janice tickling her helpless bare feet. As Pam squealed and squirmed, the leader sat and watched, obviously enjoying the show. Larry resumed tickling Pam's ribs, running his fingers quickly over the
sensitive flesh as Pam shrieked in surprise. Over the next fifteen minutes, they interrogated and tickled Pam until she was nearly senseless. Brenda felt sorry for the woman, but was glad it wasn't her being tickled mercilessly. Pam tried telling them
that she didn't know anything, but they kept up the tickle torture until she looked like she might pass out. Then they stopped.
Pam hung limply from her ropes, exhausted from the cruel tickle torture of her ribs and feet. Brenda tensed as the tickling pair approached her again. "We can keep this up all day, but our patience does have limits" said the leader to Pam. "Once more, give us the information, or suffer the consequences." he warned. Pam implored the man for some time to think about it.
Meanwhile his assistants looked longingly at Brenda's naked torso. "I bet you're real ticklish, too!" added Janice, poking Brenda in the stomach. Brenda flinched, but said nothing, hoping that they wouldn't figure out just how ticklish she was. Larry leaned in to whisper in Brenda's ear. "I can't wait to see if your pretty bare feet are as ticklish as I imagine they are. There's nothing I love more than tickling a woman's smooth, defenseless soles!" he said, licking Brenda's earlobe for emphasis. Larry scraped his nails along the back of Brenda's neck, causing her to shiver. "Just imagine these fingers stroking endlessly up and down the soles of your feet, tickling you so much, but you can't make it stop!" he said, teasing his captive. Brenda shuddered, and tried not to show them how anxious she was.
The man motioned to his colleagues, who returned to Pam and began tickling her again. The man stood beside Brenda and whispered in her ear. "Poor Pam. She's very ticklish, isn't she?" Brenda swallowed hard, eyes glued to the tickle torture scene in front of her, but said nothing. A few more minutes of intense foot and rib tickling had Pam howling with laughter, then she broke and start telling them everything.
"You're being released" he said to Pam, who cried with relief and thanked him. "Don't forget you gave us sensitive information about your employer. If they find out, you're in big trouble. If we learn that you've been talking, we'll find you, and you'll come back here" he said. Pam swore she'd never say anything, and was escorted out of the room by Larry and Janice. The man turned and walked slowly toward Brenda, an ominous look in his eyes.
"You know what we're going to do to you, don't you Brenda?" he asked, running his hand over the smooth top of the wooden stocks. "When my associates return, they are going to tickle you, all over your body, just like they did to Pam. Your stomach, ribs, breasts, underarms will feel tickling like you've never experienced. They will tickle your bare feet in ways that will have you begging for mercy. You'll promise anything to us before we're done" he added, looking at Brenda's trembling lip. "If you want to avoid this, you better talk now. Larry and Janice are cruel and unrelenting once they get a ticklish victim in their hands" he said.
"Just give us the pass codes for the Scorpio Project Database" he said quietly. Brenda's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Scorpio Project. She worked for Xenex Corporation, a high-tech electronics company that did a lot of business for governments around the world. Scorpio was one of their biggest projects.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Brenda calmly answered, staring straight ahead. The man chuckled, and pulled Brenda's face to face him. "Don't play games with me. We know you work for Alex Carter at Xenex. You know the codes. Give
them to us, and you won't have to suffer" he said menacingly. Brenda stared defiantly at him, then pulled her face back out of his grip. Her lip trembled ever so slightly. Her mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. She didn't know the codes.
"I don't know the codes! I was transferred last week, so even if I did know them, they'll be changed now!" Brenda said, squirming uncomfortably. The man did not look impressed. "Very well. Larry, Janice, Brenda needs some persuading." the man said, opening the door. That was it. Brenda decided to play ball. "Wendy Brown, she's the one who was hired to take over my position, I'm sure she'd know!" Brenda offered as the tickling duo returned to the room.
"Wendy Brown." replied the man, thinking. "I'll look into this" he said, moving toward the door. "In the meantime, why don't you give Brenda a little taste of what's in store for
her if she's giving us bad information" he said, smiling at Brenda as he closed the door. Brenda cried out to him, but it was too late.
"Oh yes, this is going to be good!" said Janice, pulling a chair over beside Brenda's left side. "NO, no please, don't do this!" whined Brenda, dreading the inevitable. Larry meanwhile sat facing Brenda's shod feet, and slowly began removing her runners. "Oh my, what lovely feet!" murmured Larry as he removed her sock and examined Brenda's bare right foot. "Nice high arches, pretty toes, baby-smooth skin ... I bet you get pedicures regularly, don't you sweet thing!" continued Larry, baring the other sole.
"YES, I do, but PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!" babbled Brenda, wild with the thought of having her soles tickled while trapped in the stocks. "Mmmm, you have nice breasts Brenda," complimented Janice, "and ticklish-looking pits too!" With that
she held Brenda by the arm and began kissing her armpit.
Brenda shrieked with surprise as Janice's tongue probed her ticklish armpit, and tried to pull out of her grasp. Janice just hung on and kept licking and sucking at Brenda's tender underarm, while Brenda squealed like mad. Larry, preparing to assault the
delicious soles in front of him, quickly bound Brenda's toes the way Pam's had been, so he could tickle away without Brenda flailing her feet around. Brenda's laughter increased a notch when Janice began stroking her fingers on the ticklish woman's
tummy, circling the sensitive belly button. But that was nothing compared to the shriek that escaped Brenda's lips when she felt Larry's warm tongue tickling between her toes as his sharp nails scraped up and down her soles.
Brenda fought uselessly against the bonds that held her, shrieking wildly as her tormenters tickled her most sensitive areas without mercy. Larry delighted in tickling Brenda's pale arches until the woman was nearly hysterical, while Janice's attention to Brenda's ribs and pits had her going insane. Fingers tortured her soft flesh from head to toe, and Brenda begged silently for escape, while at the same time she realized
that she was becoming aroused. They were right: it was torture, but a form of torture that under different circumstances might be pleasurable.
Just when Brenda thought she couldn't take any more, the man returned and the tickling stopped. He looked sternly at Brenda, whose lungs gasped for air. "Bad news I'm afraid, Brenda" began the man. "There's no mention of a Wendy Brown in Xenex's
personnel files. You lied to me, and I hate that" he said with venom in his voice. Larry and Janice giggled with glee, knowing that Brenda would be theirs to torment once again.
Brenda tried to reason with them, explaining that her file probably wasn't in the system yet, but the man refused her story. "Get out the kit Janice. Brenda needs to be taught a lesson about lying." he said, moving toward the door. "I'll be gone about half an hour." he added before leaving Brenda to plead with her tickling tormentors. "NO! I'm telling the truth, PLEASE don't tickle me any more!" Brenda cried, desperate to avoid further torture. The ticklers laughed, and showed Brenda what was in the kit.
Brenda moaned as Larry picked out two shaving brushes and held them up for her to see. "Ever had someone use brushes on the soles of your feet?" quizzed Larry, smiling. "No? Well I have to say that they work amazingly well. I've never seen them fail to provoke a reaction!" he added, playing with the long, wiry bristles. "Oh God yes, brushes are wicked!" chimed Janice, showing Brenda a colorful toothbrush. "I've never laughed so hard in my life the time they were used on me!" the young redheaded girl added, shivering. "Please, PLEASE have MERCY!" begged Brenda, certain that the pair was going to tickle her to death.
"Let me have her feet this time, Larry." said Janice, bouncing over to where he was about to begin on Brenda's ticklish foot bottoms. "Okay," agreed Larry, "but I get to finish off with these ticklish babies!" With that settled, Larry moved up near Brenda's right side while Janice poised her toothbrush near her wiggling toes. "Ready when you are!" chirped Janice. Larry grinned and chuckled as he brandished the stiff-bristled
shaving brush. He slowly moved the tip toward Brenda's bare underarm, making Brenda cringe and squirm to the left. "Let the good times roll!" cried Larry, as his brush found the tender skin of Brenda's armpit.
Brenda laughed as the brushes began their torturous attack on her sensitive skin. Larry's brush swirled slowly around and around in her armpit, causing her to thrash violently and laugh uncontrollably. As if that weren't enough, she could also feel Janice's toothbrush on her feet, the bristles scraping devilishly up and down the length of her soles. She fought to move her feet away, but they were locked solidly in the stocks and the cords binding her toes kept her feet from wiggling too much. A peal of laughter erupted from Brenda as she felt the nylon bristles tickling the soft flesh under and around her toes.
"Aha, a weak spot!" giggled Janice. She grabbed Brenda's bound toes and pulled back, further exposing the area she wanted to tickle. Brenda laughed and squealed like a young schoolgirl as Janice teased and tickled her helpless toes. Meanwhile, Larry
had slowed his tickling down to watch Janice's progress. "Make sure you get her arches, they're really ticklish too!" he advised. Larry laughed as Brenda's eyes went wide at his suggestion.
"My, your feet are so TICKLISH!" Larry mocked as Brenda shut her eyes and fought back the laughter. "But you're ticklish here too, aren't you?" he chided, stroking the brush down Brenda's side.
Brenda's eyes flew open and she shrieked, reacting to the sensation of the bristles tormenting each of her ribs. Larry stroked up and down, from Brenda's waist to her armpit until Brenda was wild with laughter. The poor brunette was racked with
laughing spasms, helpless to stop the continuous tickling of her bare feet and ribs. Larry switched to Brenda's tummy, and got the same kind of response, while Janice kept tickling her toes.
In no time Brenda was begging for mercy, howling for them to stop. But her pleas only seemed to encourage her ticklers, who increased the tempo of their tickling torture. Janice found to her delight that Brenda's smooth, white arches were indeed extremely ticklish, and that brushing around in circles there was a good way to make Brenda scream with laughter. As for Larry, he discovered that moving quickly from armpit, to belly button, over nipples and neck had Brenda's torso squirming in ticklish agony.
Their helpless captive begged hysterically for them to stop when she could muster the breath to do so.
The pair tickled Brenda for several more minutes, switching to use different brushes. They also tried different kinds of brushstrokes to see which was most effective, but Brenda proved to be so ticklish that virtually anything they did made her squirm and laugh wildly. As agreed, Larry and Janice traded places near the end, which had the man eagerly tickling Brenda's soles with a shaving brush, while Janice used ice to tease Brenda all over her breasts, belly and ribs.
"Look Larry, she really likes this!" cried Janice, pointing to Brenda's very erect nipples. "Uh huh, check her panties." offered Larry, concentrating as he brushed around his victim's bare heels. Janice paused to slip her hand down Brenda's bikini
briefs. She drew her hand away, glistening with the sexy captive's love juices. After licking her fingers clean, she said, "Oh she is wet, she definitely LOVES what we're doing!" replied Janice, stooping to tickle Brenda's tummy. Brenda squealed in protest. "NO, no I'... DON'T!" she whined, then giggled. Larry stopped the foot tickling and asked, "Do you want to cum, Brenda?" Brenda took a moment to breathe, and said, "YES, yes ... PLEASE!"
"Okay, we'll oblige you, but you have to ask us to tickle you again after you orgasm." said Larry. "NO, God, no more!" cried Brenda. Janice rubbed Brenda through her soaked panties. "Are you sure, babe? We can keep you on the edge for a long time if we want." she said, watching Brenda move her hips toward her stroking fingers. Brenda whined in disappointment when Janice pulled her hand away.
"Okay Janice, let's get back to work." said Larry, dropping the brush and putting his fingertips on Brenda's feet. Larry tickled Brenda's soles rapidly until the captive spoke up. "OKAY ... please let me cum ... then please tickle me some more!" Brenda croaked, torn between the need for release and the desire to avoid more tickle torture.
Larry went back to raking his nails all over Brenda's helpless soles, causing her to shriek in hilarious laughter. Soon Brenda was a wiggling, squealing tickle slave again. A few moments later, Janice joined in, using one hand to tickle Brenda's armpit, while the other moved up and down inside the woman's panties. Brenda laughed and thrashed about madly, thrusting her pelvis towards Janice's hand as she sought the orgasm she desperately needed.
Tears were beginning to roll down Brenda's cheeks, her laughter a steady stream as she felt the climax build inside her. She let out a loud squeal, arching her back as the orgasm exploded through her, oblivious to the fact that they continued to tickle her tender feet and ribs. At that moment they heard the head man moving from where he had been hiding in the shadows. The interrogators stepped away from their moaning victim. Brenda smiled, as much from the relief of knowing they had stopped as
from the wonderful feeling of sexual release.
The man approached from the darkness. "Well Brenda, I have to apologize. It seems you were right: Wendy Brown's personnel file is offline while they update it with her new work assignment. I guess we can let you go now" said the man, wiping tears and sweat from Brenda's face. "OH THANK GOD, thank you, I couldn't take any more!" she cried with relief as he went to unbuckle her wrists from their restraints.
"Wait a minute, she owes us some more time for letting her get off!" protested Larry. "Yes, that was the deal" added Janice, poised to resume tickling Brenda's trapped feet. Brenda looked at the man, hoping to escape. The man in the trenchcoat thought for a moment, then said "Very well. You have another thirty minutes before our next job." He looked at Brenda, who shook her head back and forth. "We'll release you when they're
through. But remember, we know where to find you, and if you should talk of this you will be punished with tickling that makes what you've experienced seem mild in comparison."
As the mysterious man exited, Brenda's delicious laughter could once again be heard echoing off the basement walls, mixed with the contented chuckles of Larry and Janice, who showed their ticklish victim what tickle torture really meant. They had Brenda laughing wildly again, and when Janice started lapping at her feet while Larry licked teasingly at her armpits, she lost her mind. Shortly thereafter Brenda climaxed for the second time that day, then the third, and then lost consciousness.
When Brenda awoke, she was in her own home, lying in bed. She was wearing her green silk pajamas, which seemed strange to her at the time, but she didn't know why. She looked around groggily, not quite sure how she ended up in bed. Then she remembered. Brenda shuddered, recalling her ticklish ordeal. She sat up, and swung her legs to the side of the bed to stand up. Then she saw the ribbon tied to her toe.
It was only when she pulled her foot up into her lap to remove it that she saw the message in ink written on the bottom of her foot. In black marker someone had printed, "WE'RE WATCHING" across the sole of her foot. Brenda shivered. She removed the ribbon, and pondered how to remove the marker off her foot as she moved toward the bathroom. With a sigh, she knew it probably wasn't going to be easy.
BRENDA'S BOUND TO TALK
By Vincenti
Brenda Wilson walked toward Maple Street and looked over her shoulder again. A tall man in a trench coat was half a block behind her, and she was beginning to think he was following her. She had first noticed him a few blocks back, and at first was not
concerned that he seemed to be walking the same way as her. But after turning two corners, he was still there, and Brenda began to worry.
She picked up her pace a little, thankful she was wearing her runners after working out at the gym. The short-haired brunette was attractive in the eyes of most men, and often found them appreciating her athletic appearance. While she was in very
good shape, she didn't like the idea of trying to outrun some crazy stalker, nor did she fancy the idea of a physical confrontation. As the sun was quickly disappearing on the
horizon, she hoped she'd be able to make it to her neighborhood before she needed to take any action.
Brenda stopped, and pretended to tie her shoe. Looking back, she saw the man slow his pace, but he continued toward her. Brenda began to panic. This man was definitely following her. She quickened her pace once more, and started looking around for a house with a light on, or somewhere she could flee to for help. As she considered the possibilities, a minivan driving toward her signaled and pulled over in front of her. A young woman in her twenties rolled down the passenger window and hailed Brenda.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but my boyfriend and I are lost, and we're wondering if you might be able to tell us how to get to Mackinnon Drive" said the pretty redhead. Her companion, a slightly older man with curly brown hair laughed and added, "We are absolutely no good with directions; we don't even have a map." Brenda breathed in a sigh of relief, seeing these two as a way out of her predicament. The street they were
looking for was one over from hers. The man was still following her, although he had stopped to apparently make a call on his cellular phone.
Brenda went up to the passenger door and spoke quickly to the woman. "I know where Mackinnon Drive is, I live near there. If you give me a ride, I'll show you. That man down the street, I think he's been following me, so if you could just help me
out..." she said glancing nervously down toward her follower. The pair agreed at once, and Brenda climbed into the first rear seat of the van before the three drove off. Larry and Janice both seemed concerned for Brenda, and offered to stop and call the police, but Brenda reassured them a ride home was just fine.
As they turned down the street Brenda instructed them to take, she began to relax. Suddenly an arm from behind her shot out and a gloved hand clamped tightly over her mouth. Brenda tried to scream, fighting to pry the hand away, but struggled in vain. Something jabbed her right shoulder, and Brenda shrieked her surprise into the leather clad hand. She looked to Larry and Janice for help, but to her dismay she saw them laughing at her. Brenda fought for a few moments, then suddenly started to feel
very weak and tired. As her eyes slowly closed and consciousness left her, she saw Janice grinning at her, before saying "Nighty night Brenda."
It was dark when Brenda awoke. She immediately sensed she was sitting, but was puzzled by the position of her limbs. As the fog cleared from her head, she realized her arms were up over her head, with thick leather cuffs on her wrists. Ropes attached
to the cuffs went up over a wooden beam and then were tied off to a ring in the wall. Chilling as that was, she also realized that she was naked except for her black bikini underwear and her running shoes. Wherever she was, it was cool, as her nipples
were already hardening in response to the air temperature.
Anxiety was again filling Brenda as she became aware that her legs stretched out in front of her were bound at the knees by a leather strap, and her ankles were locked in a wooden device she knew must be stocks. Brenda was held in some kind of dungeon. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, she saw she was not alone. Another woman was being held with her, and she appeared to be bound as well.
Brenda looked at the blonde woman who looked to be in her early thirties, and in excellent shape. She had the same kind of leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, with ropes attached to each. She sat on the floor, nude except for panties, with her arms drawn up over her head. Brenda saw that her ankles were cuffed together, and the loose ropes that were attached to them hung over another wooden beam. The woman suddenly realized that Brenda was awake, and immediately began squirming.
"MMmmph ... hmmp mmephnd ... mbease!" she cried, looking to Brenda with a pleading look in her eyes. Brenda couldn't tell what the woman was trying to say, given that she was gagged, but she could tell that she was frantic. Brenda tried calming the
woman, but she just kept screaming into the gag, furious that Brenda didn't understand her.
"Don't worry, everything will be okay. We'll get out of here, and then ..." Brenda said, stopping just as the large steel door opened and people began walking in. Immediately the gagged woman began to whimper, pulling desperately at her bonds.
Brenda saw them as well. It was Janice and Larry, the two that had abducted her. But with them was a tall, good-looking man, the man in the trench coat who had followed her. He had black hair, dark eyes and a tiny smile on his lips. Larry went to the bound woman, and tried to soothe her. "Now now, Pam, don't worry, everything is going to be fine." he said as he gently stroked Pam's cheek. Pam begged some more, but Brenda was concentrating on the man who now was walking up to her. "What the hell is going on?" Brenda shouted angrily, pulling at the ropes that held her arms up. "Let us go right now!" she demanded, putting on a brave face despite the fear she felt.
The man smiled, and talked to her in a quiet, even voice. "We need something from you. Once we have it, you will be released. Cooperation is all we ask." he said, then turned away.
Brenda would have shot something back, but her three captors were now doing something with Pam. The blonde captive was struggling as they began pulling on the ropes tied to her, pulling her up off the floor until she was a few feet off the ground. Pam hung suspended in a shallow U position, her arms and legs up while her butt hung lower toward the ground. Larry sat in a chair directly beside Pam, facing her right side, while Janice took a similar position facing her other side. The man removed Pam's gag.
Before Pam could say a word to her captors, the room filled with her laughter as Larry and Janice started tickling her around her waist. They poked, pinched and prodded Pam' sides, while she twisted vainly trying to escape the teasing. Brenda started feeling very uncomfortable about what was going on now. Her kidnappers were tickling Pam's ribs and stomach, causing the blonde to laugh and struggle more energetically. Brenda inwardly cringed at the thought of being tickled while tied in a helpless position like Pam. She was very ticklish on her feet and ribs. And here she was, bound in stocks, possibly to suffer the same fate.
The trenchcoat man withdrew to watch his colleagues work on Pam. The blonde woman shrieked with laughter each time Larry or Janice attacked her underarms with their nails. She writhed and begged them to stop as the criminal pair tickled her ribs,
breasts and belly with genuine enthusiasm. They really did seem to enjoy their work. After Pam had endured ten minutes or so of constant tickling, the man signaled them to stop and walked over to Brenda again.
"Have you ever been tickled like that?" he asked. Brenda looked at Pam, whose chest heaved and skin was beginning to shine with sweat. She didn't answer. "Probably not." he answered for her. "But I can assure you it really is an effective method of persuasion. Tickling sensations walk a fine line between pleasure and pain, and the tension between them can cause a person a considerable amount of distress, especially if they are in no position to make it stop." he added as his colleagues joined him.
"It's torture, baby, plain and simple!" chuckled Larry as he trailed a finger slowly down Brenda's arm. Brenda looked back at Larry, who was smiling devilishly. Brenda twitched when the finger drew close to her shaved armpit. "Mmmm, and tickling a bound, sexy woman like you is so much fun!" giggled Janice. Brenda was starting to feel incredibly vulnerable.
Brenda watched the dark man walk over to Pam. "Tell us what we want to know, and you'll be free." said the leader, now talking to the helpless blonde. The bound captive appealed for mercy, saying she didn't know anything, but they weren't buying her story. The ticklish woman wailed as her captors took up new positions around her. Janice now pulled up a stool and sat facing Pam's bare feet, while Larry sat directly behind Pam's upper body. When Janice tied a leather cord around her big toes, Pam begged Janice to leave her feet alone. "PLEASE NOT MY FEET, not there, PLEASE!" she cried, watching Janice lick her lips. "Oh, your feet look SO YUMMY! I could just eat them!" she chirped as she leaned in to kiss Pam's toes. "But I guess I'll just have to TICKLE them!" she added, scratching her nails on the balls of Pam's feet.
Once again Pam burst into laughter, this time from Janice tickling her helpless bare feet. As Pam squealed and squirmed, the leader sat and watched, obviously enjoying the show. Larry resumed tickling Pam's ribs, running his fingers quickly over the
sensitive flesh as Pam shrieked in surprise. Over the next fifteen minutes, they interrogated and tickled Pam until she was nearly senseless. Brenda felt sorry for the woman, but was glad it wasn't her being tickled mercilessly. Pam tried telling them
that she didn't know anything, but they kept up the tickle torture until she looked like she might pass out. Then they stopped.
Pam hung limply from her ropes, exhausted from the cruel tickle torture of her ribs and feet. Brenda tensed as the tickling pair approached her again. "We can keep this up all day, but our patience does have limits" said the leader to Pam. "Once more, give us the information, or suffer the consequences." he warned. Pam implored the man for some time to think about it.
Meanwhile his assistants looked longingly at Brenda's naked torso. "I bet you're real ticklish, too!" added Janice, poking Brenda in the stomach. Brenda flinched, but said nothing, hoping that they wouldn't figure out just how ticklish she was. Larry leaned in to whisper in Brenda's ear. "I can't wait to see if your pretty bare feet are as ticklish as I imagine they are. There's nothing I love more than tickling a woman's smooth, defenseless soles!" he said, licking Brenda's earlobe for emphasis. Larry scraped his nails along the back of Brenda's neck, causing her to shiver. "Just imagine these fingers stroking endlessly up and down the soles of your feet, tickling you so much, but you can't make it stop!" he said, teasing his captive. Brenda shuddered, and tried not to show them how anxious she was.
The man motioned to his colleagues, who returned to Pam and began tickling her again. The man stood beside Brenda and whispered in her ear. "Poor Pam. She's very ticklish, isn't she?" Brenda swallowed hard, eyes glued to the tickle torture scene in front of her, but said nothing. A few more minutes of intense foot and rib tickling had Pam howling with laughter, then she broke and start telling them everything.
"You're being released" he said to Pam, who cried with relief and thanked him. "Don't forget you gave us sensitive information about your employer. If they find out, you're in big trouble. If we learn that you've been talking, we'll find you, and you'll come back here" he said. Pam swore she'd never say anything, and was escorted out of the room by Larry and Janice. The man turned and walked slowly toward Brenda, an ominous look in his eyes.
"You know what we're going to do to you, don't you Brenda?" he asked, running his hand over the smooth top of the wooden stocks. "When my associates return, they are going to tickle you, all over your body, just like they did to Pam. Your stomach, ribs, breasts, underarms will feel tickling like you've never experienced. They will tickle your bare feet in ways that will have you begging for mercy. You'll promise anything to us before we're done" he added, looking at Brenda's trembling lip. "If you want to avoid this, you better talk now. Larry and Janice are cruel and unrelenting once they get a ticklish victim in their hands" he said.
"Just give us the pass codes for the Scorpio Project Database" he said quietly. Brenda's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Scorpio Project. She worked for Xenex Corporation, a high-tech electronics company that did a lot of business for governments around the world. Scorpio was one of their biggest projects.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Brenda calmly answered, staring straight ahead. The man chuckled, and pulled Brenda's face to face him. "Don't play games with me. We know you work for Alex Carter at Xenex. You know the codes. Give
them to us, and you won't have to suffer" he said menacingly. Brenda stared defiantly at him, then pulled her face back out of his grip. Her lip trembled ever so slightly. Her mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. She didn't know the codes.
"I don't know the codes! I was transferred last week, so even if I did know them, they'll be changed now!" Brenda said, squirming uncomfortably. The man did not look impressed. "Very well. Larry, Janice, Brenda needs some persuading." the man said, opening the door. That was it. Brenda decided to play ball. "Wendy Brown, she's the one who was hired to take over my position, I'm sure she'd know!" Brenda offered as the tickling duo returned to the room.
"Wendy Brown." replied the man, thinking. "I'll look into this" he said, moving toward the door. "In the meantime, why don't you give Brenda a little taste of what's in store for
her if she's giving us bad information" he said, smiling at Brenda as he closed the door. Brenda cried out to him, but it was too late.
"Oh yes, this is going to be good!" said Janice, pulling a chair over beside Brenda's left side. "NO, no please, don't do this!" whined Brenda, dreading the inevitable. Larry meanwhile sat facing Brenda's shod feet, and slowly began removing her runners. "Oh my, what lovely feet!" murmured Larry as he removed her sock and examined Brenda's bare right foot. "Nice high arches, pretty toes, baby-smooth skin ... I bet you get pedicures regularly, don't you sweet thing!" continued Larry, baring the other sole.
"YES, I do, but PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!" babbled Brenda, wild with the thought of having her soles tickled while trapped in the stocks. "Mmmm, you have nice breasts Brenda," complimented Janice, "and ticklish-looking pits too!" With that
she held Brenda by the arm and began kissing her armpit.
Brenda shrieked with surprise as Janice's tongue probed her ticklish armpit, and tried to pull out of her grasp. Janice just hung on and kept licking and sucking at Brenda's tender underarm, while Brenda squealed like mad. Larry, preparing to assault the
delicious soles in front of him, quickly bound Brenda's toes the way Pam's had been, so he could tickle away without Brenda flailing her feet around. Brenda's laughter increased a notch when Janice began stroking her fingers on the ticklish woman's
tummy, circling the sensitive belly button. But that was nothing compared to the shriek that escaped Brenda's lips when she felt Larry's warm tongue tickling between her toes as his sharp nails scraped up and down her soles.
Brenda fought uselessly against the bonds that held her, shrieking wildly as her tormenters tickled her most sensitive areas without mercy. Larry delighted in tickling Brenda's pale arches until the woman was nearly hysterical, while Janice's attention to Brenda's ribs and pits had her going insane. Fingers tortured her soft flesh from head to toe, and Brenda begged silently for escape, while at the same time she realized
that she was becoming aroused. They were right: it was torture, but a form of torture that under different circumstances might be pleasurable.
Just when Brenda thought she couldn't take any more, the man returned and the tickling stopped. He looked sternly at Brenda, whose lungs gasped for air. "Bad news I'm afraid, Brenda" began the man. "There's no mention of a Wendy Brown in Xenex's
personnel files. You lied to me, and I hate that" he said with venom in his voice. Larry and Janice giggled with glee, knowing that Brenda would be theirs to torment once again.
Brenda tried to reason with them, explaining that her file probably wasn't in the system yet, but the man refused her story. "Get out the kit Janice. Brenda needs to be taught a lesson about lying." he said, moving toward the door. "I'll be gone about half an hour." he added before leaving Brenda to plead with her tickling tormentors. "NO! I'm telling the truth, PLEASE don't tickle me any more!" Brenda cried, desperate to avoid further torture. The ticklers laughed, and showed Brenda what was in the kit.
Brenda moaned as Larry picked out two shaving brushes and held them up for her to see. "Ever had someone use brushes on the soles of your feet?" quizzed Larry, smiling. "No? Well I have to say that they work amazingly well. I've never seen them fail to provoke a reaction!" he added, playing with the long, wiry bristles. "Oh God yes, brushes are wicked!" chimed Janice, showing Brenda a colorful toothbrush. "I've never laughed so hard in my life the time they were used on me!" the young redheaded girl added, shivering. "Please, PLEASE have MERCY!" begged Brenda, certain that the pair was going to tickle her to death.
"Let me have her feet this time, Larry." said Janice, bouncing over to where he was about to begin on Brenda's ticklish foot bottoms. "Okay," agreed Larry, "but I get to finish off with these ticklish babies!" With that settled, Larry moved up near Brenda's right side while Janice poised her toothbrush near her wiggling toes. "Ready when you are!" chirped Janice. Larry grinned and chuckled as he brandished the stiff-bristled
shaving brush. He slowly moved the tip toward Brenda's bare underarm, making Brenda cringe and squirm to the left. "Let the good times roll!" cried Larry, as his brush found the tender skin of Brenda's armpit.
Brenda laughed as the brushes began their torturous attack on her sensitive skin. Larry's brush swirled slowly around and around in her armpit, causing her to thrash violently and laugh uncontrollably. As if that weren't enough, she could also feel Janice's toothbrush on her feet, the bristles scraping devilishly up and down the length of her soles. She fought to move her feet away, but they were locked solidly in the stocks and the cords binding her toes kept her feet from wiggling too much. A peal of laughter erupted from Brenda as she felt the nylon bristles tickling the soft flesh under and around her toes.
"Aha, a weak spot!" giggled Janice. She grabbed Brenda's bound toes and pulled back, further exposing the area she wanted to tickle. Brenda laughed and squealed like a young schoolgirl as Janice teased and tickled her helpless toes. Meanwhile, Larry
had slowed his tickling down to watch Janice's progress. "Make sure you get her arches, they're really ticklish too!" he advised. Larry laughed as Brenda's eyes went wide at his suggestion.
"My, your feet are so TICKLISH!" Larry mocked as Brenda shut her eyes and fought back the laughter. "But you're ticklish here too, aren't you?" he chided, stroking the brush down Brenda's side.
Brenda's eyes flew open and she shrieked, reacting to the sensation of the bristles tormenting each of her ribs. Larry stroked up and down, from Brenda's waist to her armpit until Brenda was wild with laughter. The poor brunette was racked with
laughing spasms, helpless to stop the continuous tickling of her bare feet and ribs. Larry switched to Brenda's tummy, and got the same kind of response, while Janice kept tickling her toes.
In no time Brenda was begging for mercy, howling for them to stop. But her pleas only seemed to encourage her ticklers, who increased the tempo of their tickling torture. Janice found to her delight that Brenda's smooth, white arches were indeed extremely ticklish, and that brushing around in circles there was a good way to make Brenda scream with laughter. As for Larry, he discovered that moving quickly from armpit, to belly button, over nipples and neck had Brenda's torso squirming in ticklish agony.
Their helpless captive begged hysterically for them to stop when she could muster the breath to do so.
The pair tickled Brenda for several more minutes, switching to use different brushes. They also tried different kinds of brushstrokes to see which was most effective, but Brenda proved to be so ticklish that virtually anything they did made her squirm and laugh wildly. As agreed, Larry and Janice traded places near the end, which had the man eagerly tickling Brenda's soles with a shaving brush, while Janice used ice to tease Brenda all over her breasts, belly and ribs.
"Look Larry, she really likes this!" cried Janice, pointing to Brenda's very erect nipples. "Uh huh, check her panties." offered Larry, concentrating as he brushed around his victim's bare heels. Janice paused to slip her hand down Brenda's bikini
briefs. She drew her hand away, glistening with the sexy captive's love juices. After licking her fingers clean, she said, "Oh she is wet, she definitely LOVES what we're doing!" replied Janice, stooping to tickle Brenda's tummy. Brenda squealed in protest. "NO, no I'... DON'T!" she whined, then giggled. Larry stopped the foot tickling and asked, "Do you want to cum, Brenda?" Brenda took a moment to breathe, and said, "YES, yes ... PLEASE!"
"Okay, we'll oblige you, but you have to ask us to tickle you again after you orgasm." said Larry. "NO, God, no more!" cried Brenda. Janice rubbed Brenda through her soaked panties. "Are you sure, babe? We can keep you on the edge for a long time if we want." she said, watching Brenda move her hips toward her stroking fingers. Brenda whined in disappointment when Janice pulled her hand away.
"Okay Janice, let's get back to work." said Larry, dropping the brush and putting his fingertips on Brenda's feet. Larry tickled Brenda's soles rapidly until the captive spoke up. "OKAY ... please let me cum ... then please tickle me some more!" Brenda croaked, torn between the need for release and the desire to avoid more tickle torture.
Larry went back to raking his nails all over Brenda's helpless soles, causing her to shriek in hilarious laughter. Soon Brenda was a wiggling, squealing tickle slave again. A few moments later, Janice joined in, using one hand to tickle Brenda's armpit, while the other moved up and down inside the woman's panties. Brenda laughed and thrashed about madly, thrusting her pelvis towards Janice's hand as she sought the orgasm she desperately needed.
Tears were beginning to roll down Brenda's cheeks, her laughter a steady stream as she felt the climax build inside her. She let out a loud squeal, arching her back as the orgasm exploded through her, oblivious to the fact that they continued to tickle her tender feet and ribs. At that moment they heard the head man moving from where he had been hiding in the shadows. The interrogators stepped away from their moaning victim. Brenda smiled, as much from the relief of knowing they had stopped as
from the wonderful feeling of sexual release.
The man approached from the darkness. "Well Brenda, I have to apologize. It seems you were right: Wendy Brown's personnel file is offline while they update it with her new work assignment. I guess we can let you go now" said the man, wiping tears and sweat from Brenda's face. "OH THANK GOD, thank you, I couldn't take any more!" she cried with relief as he went to unbuckle her wrists from their restraints.
"Wait a minute, she owes us some more time for letting her get off!" protested Larry. "Yes, that was the deal" added Janice, poised to resume tickling Brenda's trapped feet. Brenda looked at the man, hoping to escape. The man in the trenchcoat thought for a moment, then said "Very well. You have another thirty minutes before our next job." He looked at Brenda, who shook her head back and forth. "We'll release you when they're
through. But remember, we know where to find you, and if you should talk of this you will be punished with tickling that makes what you've experienced seem mild in comparison."
As the mysterious man exited, Brenda's delicious laughter could once again be heard echoing off the basement walls, mixed with the contented chuckles of Larry and Janice, who showed their ticklish victim what tickle torture really meant. They had Brenda laughing wildly again, and when Janice started lapping at her feet while Larry licked teasingly at her armpits, she lost her mind. Shortly thereafter Brenda climaxed for the second time that day, then the third, and then lost consciousness.
When Brenda awoke, she was in her own home, lying in bed. She was wearing her green silk pajamas, which seemed strange to her at the time, but she didn't know why. She looked around groggily, not quite sure how she ended up in bed. Then she remembered. Brenda shuddered, recalling her ticklish ordeal. She sat up, and swung her legs to the side of the bed to stand up. Then she saw the ribbon tied to her toe.
It was only when she pulled her foot up into her lap to remove it that she saw the message in ink written on the bottom of her foot. In black marker someone had printed, "WE'RE WATCHING" across the sole of her foot. Brenda shivered. She removed the ribbon, and pondered how to remove the marker off her foot as she moved toward the bathroom. With a sigh, she knew it probably wasn't going to be easy.
